I crave adventure,
Yet feel unsatisfied with it,
Disappointed once more.
I crave a companion,
Yet feel the need for isolation,
A need to simply shut the door.
I crave recognition,
Yet want to disappear,
Away from prying eyes.
I crave freedom,
Yet hold myself back,
Though the limit is the skies.
I crave something unknown,
Yet have no reply,
When am asked what I want.
I am in conflict with myself,
With what Is right
And what I want.
In this maze of a mind,
And heart that is an emotional dam,
I find it almost impossible,
To know who I really am.
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Do you ever feel like you have no idea who you are? You are said to be a few things and you believe yourself to be a few. But what is the truth?
Do all our actions define us? Even the impulsive and rash ones? Or is it the deepest darkest secrets of our hearts that tell who we are? Or perhaps it's the thoughts that haunt our minds. Perhaps they define us.
But there still isn't a sure way to know with complete certainty who we truly are.
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My Odyssey
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all the little poems and songs I've written over the course of my life so far. I always found it hard to say what I felt but I could always write them down as poems or songs. I hope you will like them and maybe find...
